Ah ! tu veux échapper à mes vers, misérable !
Tu crois les éviter.
Ils sont comme la pluie : il n’est ni Dieu ni Diable
Qui les puisse arrêter.
Ils iront te trouver, franchissant les provinces
Et les départements,
Ainsi que l’hirondelle avec ses ailes minces...
Voix de Gabriel
Chez l'humble Marie,
Cloches de Noël,
Dans la nuit fleurie,
Siècles, célébrez
Mes sens délivrés !
Martyrs, troupe blanche,
Et les confesseurs,
Fruits d’or de la branche,
Vous, frères et sœurs,
Vierges dans la gloire,
Chantez ma victoire !
Les Saints ignorés,
Vertus qu’on méprise,...
The blessed damozel leaned out
From the gold bar of Heaven;
Her eyes were deeper than the depth
Of waters stilled at even;
She had three lilies in her hand,
And the stars in her hair were seven.
Her robe, ungirt from clasp to...
It was Lilith the wife of Adam:
(Eden bower's in flower.)
Not a drop of her blood was human,
But she was made like a soft sweet woman.
Lilith stood on the skirts of Eden;
(And O the bower of the hour!)
...
The Robin is a Gabriel
In humble circumstances —
His Dress denotes him socially,
Of Transport's Working Classes —
He has the punctuality
Of the New England Farmer —
The same oblique integrity,
A Vista vastly warmer —
A small but sturdy Residence
A self denying...
